"ankit" poems - Hello Poetry

We're found to be cut off but not long ago! Some burn us with sparklers and we get modulated as flames in a flash by yielding fire flowers to your night sky And you numskulls think that we die. Some sculp us with molten cruelty as symbol of mockery. It's Good enough that we we're just called as devils. But what about those bed evils Who attack upon on lassies With the holler word called “babies” To accomplish their own seductive urge. What about those drunken buffoons In those paved streets under the feeble streetlights stalking the fragile once either for fun or for a wrong intention. What about the brute twice the age of his married daughter bites into the soul of a maiden. Spitting the venomous words and incapacitates the heart Numbness spreads all over her body after the spiteful attack. For heaven's sake Don't point your fingers on us We're better than you I being Ravan, The biggest devotee of lord Siva And had an extremely loyal wife like Mandodari Been burned with ten heads For just kidnapping Sita Whereas I returned her with due respect. But these days people use women like toys by fulfilling their joys. And Mahishasura, Who could worship so hard to impress three lords was eventually killed by Durga and could meet the death by hands of powerful women. But these days people **** the female child before birth thinking daughters as burden on earth. If still you don't get atonement Just think this poem as a complement And just think how better are we as your opponent. May the whole world call us demon or devil But first learn to tackle the inner evil. If possible put pins and needle to such people Then the world will be in next level.

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC

ankit-mohanty

Are Ravana and Mahishasura Devils? (Ankit Mohanty).

We're found to be cut off but not long ago! Some burn us with sparklers and we get modulated as flames in a flash by yielding fire flowers to your night sky And you numskulls think that we die. Some sculp us with molten cruelty as symbol of mockery. It's Good enough that we we're just called as devils. But what about those bed evils Who attack upon on lassies With the holler word called “babies” To accomplish their own seductive urge. What about those drunken buffoons In those paved streets under the feeble streetlights stalking the fragile once either for fun or for a wrong intention. What about the brute twice the age of his married daughter bites into the soul of a maiden. Spitting the venomous words and incapacitates the heart Numbness spreads all over her body after the spiteful attack. For heaven's sake Don't point your fingers on us We're better than you I being Ravan, The biggest devotee of lord Siva And had an extremely loyal wife like Mandodari Been burned with ten heads For just kidnapping Sita Whereas I returned her with due respect. But these days people use women like toys by fulfilling their joys. And Mahishasura, Who could worship so hard to impress three lords was eventually killed by Durga and could meet the death by hands of powerful women. But these days people **** the female child before birth thinking daughters as burden on earth. If still you don't get atonement Just think this poem as a complement And just think how better are we as your opponent. May the whole world call us demon or devil But first learn to tackle the inner evil. If possible put pins and needle to such people Then the world will be in next level.

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I fell in love with you. The time before I knew you feels oddly incomplete Like the universe has been conspiring My every step so that I would take the paths leading to you. I think I knew my entire life That one day that I would be by your side Laughing, smiling and inevitably falling. I knew because you were the one in my dreams. I realize now that You were the reason why my bones kept tingling and wouldn't settle. I want you to know that boys like me Are cautious and afraid to fall in love for the first time. Boys like me are calculative and hesitant Because we are too afraid to pay for our mistakes; We were taught that we are only made of our successes And that every failure will become a hidden scar We must be careful to never repeat. But you came and made me reckless; I made my decisions blindly and allowed myself To forget about everything else in the world except you. I’d trip racing to fall asleep each night just to see you the next day, All I’d eat was your attention to feed the butterflies in my stomach, And all I could see were the moments we had and the future we could write. And even when the scars became so many That they could no longer be hidden under my clothes I kept falling deeper and deeper in love you with. I decided that the pain wasn’t at all bad, That the wounds were worth every moment of your friendship. I am envious of the me in another world who was led to you And who is free to keep loving you, but It gives me a grain of comfort knowing that somewhere else You and I are happily listening to our favorite songs On a rainy Thursday evening, happily and forever in love. But in this world, it will only be me who falls So painfully and deeply and foolishly and madly And beautifully . In love w ith you. "The First" and the end of the first. . . ~ Ankit Dubey | ©

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC

ankitdubey

In love with you. "The First" and the end of the first.

I fell in love with you. The time before I knew you feels oddly incomplete Like the universe has been conspiring My every step so that I would take the paths leading to you. I think I knew my entire life That one day that I would be by your side Laughing, smiling and inevitably falling. I knew because you were the one in my dreams. I realize now that You were the reason why my bones kept tingling and wouldn't settle. I want you to know that boys like me Are cautious and afraid to fall in love for the first time. Boys like me are calculative and hesitant Because we are too afraid to pay for our mistakes; We were taught that we are only made of our successes And that every failure will become a hidden scar We must be careful to never repeat. But you came and made me reckless; I made my decisions blindly and allowed myself To forget about everything else in the world except you. I’d trip racing to fall asleep each night just to see you the next day, All I’d eat was your attention to feed the butterflies in my stomach, And all I could see were the moments we had and the future we could write. And even when the scars became so many That they could no longer be hidden under my clothes I kept falling deeper and deeper in love you with. I decided that the pain wasn’t at all bad, That the wounds were worth every moment of your friendship. I am envious of the me in another world who was led to you And who is free to keep loving you, but It gives me a grain of comfort knowing that somewhere else You and I are happily listening to our favorite songs On a rainy Thursday evening, happily and forever in love. But in this world, it will only be me who falls So painfully and deeply and foolishly and madly And beautifully . In love w ith you. "The First" and the end of the first. . . ~ Ankit Dubey | ©

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She was mesmerizing not in the way she dressed or looked up but the way she smiled with her eyes ~Ankit Dubey ©

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC